…can I come over?
What is the cost of never being able to answer the question of what forever means?
“…can I come over?” is out everywhere January 9
“will it be//Could it Be” is out everywhere February 27
One day after one of the best days of my life, and I feel such little guilt over something that felt so genuine; something that I know I’ve believed to be wrong in the past. I’m left feeling unsure of what this means for my future.
It boils down to a choice that I’ve always forced myself to not answer: The truth presented to me that I have believed, but doubted, my whole life, or the truth of who I am, how I was made, and where my life could lead from here. A question of self, of wondering if it will be like this forever, or if it could be like that forever.
How do I move forward without looking to my past? The past?
I love myself, and usually do, but I find myself actually believing it this time. In fact, I find myself loving myself more than usual at this very moment. Where am I being led as I allow my feelings to lead me for once? How much do I let it lead me, and how much should I work for what could lead to my happiness? All trips come to an end, even this trip here on Earth. PTO is one thing, eternity is another.
What is the cost of never being able to answer the question of what forever means?
-s
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